“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me,” Sara said while we walked. The sun beat on us, taking my sweat and making me red. I told her that the only Bible verse …

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“If it terrifies you so much, why do you do it?” my mother asked. I was about to leave for Port-au-Prince to sail on a relief yacht through Haiti, Jamaica, Cuba, and the Cayman Islands. I was popping anti-anxiety meds, losing sleep, my fingers itching to call it all off. To retreat into safety. I had never …

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